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Matti Williams

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Matti Williams

Thanksgiving with Naomi had been great.

Being back at campus—and actually being a couple was a bit weird. For example, it had only been forty eight hours since we came back to campus, but every second I wasn't with her I was longing, wishing I was with her.

The Matti Mentality days were long gone and Naomi Black had consumed all of my mentality at this point.

At this point since she came into my life I don't even think they ever existed. All of the other girls, all of the other days I've lived in my life had nothing on every day spent with Naomi Black.

I had never thought about settling down, or what life would be like when I was done living the bachelor life. Blake and I had this entire thing planned out and now the duo was now single, my bachelor days were over.

Naomi Black had done the damn impossible.

A little over three months ago I had met the girl by slamming into her with a door—I had never even heard of her.

And now that brings me to today—that same girl was my short, psycho, very brunette, beautiful, smart, and loud-mouthed girlfriend.

"Keep your eyes closed and no peeking!" Naomi called out as she held my hand, while I clenched my eyes shut. "I hope this leads us to my bedroom," I whisper out to her as she chuckles.

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